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Coming Home
she'd faded to a cipher
a silhouette on the wall,
I took shelter in dreams
in my sleep I can recall
the girl she used to be
afore time did us part,
the question I pose is;
oh where is her heart?
no love fills her veins
smile a vague smear
harder than me, she
exploits the old fear
that she will leave me
like a thief in the night
my poor spiri...
Saturday 27th February 2021 11:41 am
Australia Centurion
Australia Centurion
Heidelberg light, hard edged;
not sharp-cutting wire
knifed thru fractured mica.
as old canvas turns
gold to sepia, brown to aged
ebony, in descending years
gone back, down, away,
to where we survive
and lie cocooned – like pupae
of paper wasps
in interstices of time, locked
in desiccated people-nests.
alive and dy...
Saturday 25th November 2017 8:32 am

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